Really Chinese

Two young women, models judging by their length and size, are standing in front of the Japanese section in Amsterdam’s Toko Dun Yong. They appear to be buying funky presents for a party. One of them has a bunch of flowers in her bag.

The other one, let’s call her model 2, picks up a small bottle of sake from a shelf. The word ‘sake’ is printed on its label, in rather large letters.

Model 1:” What’s that?”

Model 2: “I don’t know. It looks really Chinese though.”

Model 1: “Yeah. Let’s buy it.”

Random thoughts of the day

# Everybody’s wearing the same jacket as I am. Different models, same brand.

# Fuck off out of my way.

# I haven’t even stopped to think about the year 2004

# At least no one died

# Stop. whistling.

# Do these people ever read before they post?

# Stop. giggling.

# I’m so tired

# Still haven’t written about Brussels and Dingle

# Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.

# I wish I was smarter. I wish I’d gone to university.

# Stop thinking like that.

# There are things you can’t write about. But then you could write about not being able to write about them. Etc. etc. etc.

# I suppose it’s all champagine and caviar now

# When am I going to learn something again?

# Stop. drumming. fingers.

# No, I DON’T know how Irish phone districts work. Or switchboards.

# Is that B. in the background?

# I’m always going to miss John

# If I had a baseball bat, I’d like to smash it through your head. Whoever you are. I can’t see you on the other side of the train

# I like building communities, as long as I don’t have to take part.

# You make me laugh. Happy.

# I really need to pay off those bills.

# That’s great. But what’s it about?

# No, but I’d like some.

# He said ‘if’. That probably means no.

# I need to see a doctor.

# I wouldn’t miss them.